Baby Morphine Monojet Poem by Marina Malina

I've disarmed a boy suddenly I was scared
I took his toy so by now its my turn

Now it's me who turns the tables off the wall
Thats where I can finally place it

I desired of a boy left him in thoughts of
Sorrows of the joy so by the time its me

With the knives set up for the night stand by sea
Will they help me reach the diamonds on the beach?
Will they help me rip the heart right out the beast?

Ive disarmed a boy suddenly it was planned
I stole his toy so far from now we'll see
Who could take it all before it dissapears
Tho I wouldn't even regret it